If you could see yourself the way that others do$$$ you'd wish you were as beautiful as you.

We have all sinned$$$ and we cannot look for mercy without showing it in our lives.

It was the tragic part of happiness; one's right was always made of the wrong of some one else.

Perhaps God's so deeply ashamed of us$$$ of something we did$$$ that he's wishing himself to forget.

When the hour's too late for rescue$$$ its still early enough for revenge.

I'm wondering if without our memories$$$ there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

Silence is just as likely to indicate the most profound ideas forming$$$ the deepest energies being summoned.

It had never occurred to me that our lives$$$ which had been so closely interwoven$$$ could unravel with such speed.

The evening's the best part of the day. You've done your day's work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.

When people say that German or any other language is romantic... all they really mean is that they've enjoyed a past in the language.